A Dawn of Onyx (The Sacred Stones, #1)

by Kate Golden

epistolary

Excuse me??

“Firstly, you may call me Kane. King Ravenwood is a little formal from someone I’ve made blush as many times as you.”

Unless this was the scene of some kind of unicorn intimacy that I did not want to be privy to, burrowroot would grow here the night of the eclipse.

I was furious with the man. So, so furious. But I also wanted to lick his neck. It was complicated.

I turned, reaching for my robes behind me, when I heard his sharp inhale. I spun back to him and waited for whatever was on the tip of his tongue, but I already knew what was coming. He looked stricken. “You have scars.” He said it like he could break iron with his fists.

“Who did that to you?” he said in a low tone I could barely hear.

Eeeeek kicking my little feet over here!

“You’re very good at that.” “Good at what?” “Relentless positivity.” Humor twitched at my lips. “That doesn’t sound like a good thing.” “There is nothing more valuable in a world as dark as ours.”